Lo! It is not through illegal substance abuse that I, the Rood, have been given sentience. I was there with our Lord when he was brutally slain. I was there when he took unimaginable pain for all of humanity. I, the Rood, and our Lord became one, standing together stained with blood, carrying the sins of mankind. From a tree of life to a Rood of death, I am a Rood like none other. I was pierced by the same nails. I felt His flesh tear and his body shake against mine, but we didn’t waver. I tasted the salt in the tears of all of our Lord’s sons and daughters for eternity to come. I stood by our Lord in his most dire moment. Though I was used to torture and mock Him, displaying his death for all to see, I stood by him strongly, and He stood by me. So gracious he was, to me, the Rood.
Now, just as our Lord is honored above all men, I, the Rood, am honored above all tree. I was cut and contorted, forced against my will to be used against our Lord. But despite that, I was there for him. I supported him the best I could, and now, I am adorned with gold and silver. I am garnished with lavish beauty to symbolize my noble efforts for our Lord. However, beneath my glistening shine will always lay the sacred bloodshed. Thus, never forget: beneath my beautiful sparkle is a struggle experienced by no other rood. I am not just any rood. I am the Rood. Thank you.